Flesh, Without Blood

Some people are in their own little fucked up world.

Every day and every night, they cry and some of them just wanna die. 

But not me, not today and not tonight.

You get weird messages from your „friends“,

they ask you „why behave like that?“

Some people will never understand you and your damn life.

The way you behave is wrong.

They won’t get it,

they don‘t wanna get it.

They‘re blind.

"It's nice that you say you like me,
but only conditionally"

I’m fucked up, get over it. 

You’re like flesh without blood.

And if you don‘t need me, just let me go.

Your hearts bleed underground now.